There's people out there that
say I'm no good,
'Cause I don't believe the
things that I should,
And when the final conflict comes, I'll be
so sorry I did wrong,
And hope and pray that our lord god will think
I'm good.
Countries manufacture bombs and guns
To kill your brother for something
that he hasn't even done
Smog is ruining my lungs
But they aren't sorry they've done wrong
They hide behind their lies,
they're helping everyone
Chorus:
In the end the good will go to heaven up above,
The bad will perish
in the depths of hell.
How can hell be any worse when life
alone is such a curse?
Fuck Armageddon, this is hell
Fuck Armageddon, this is hell
Fuck Armageddon, this is hell
We're living in the denouement
Of the battle's gripping awe
So what's the use of being good
to satisfy them all?
Chorus:
How could hell be any worse?
Life alone is such a curse
Fuck Armageddon, this is hell
Fuck Armageddon, this is hell (It's hell)
(It's hell! It's hell! Hell!
Hell! Hell! Hell! It's hell!)
Fuck Armageddon, this is hell
Fuck Armageddon, this is hell
Fuck Armageddon, this is hell